Episode 84 < Sword dance. (2) >
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winter.
“It’s snowing.”
Master’s feet were light.
“It’s already been two days since the fighting began.”
Lightly, lightly, as if slipping on ice, Master stepped on the snowy field.
A world covered in white.
The hem of Master’s black robe flowed like brushstrokes on white paper.
-How long can you run away?
There were also brushstrokes following those brushstrokes.
It was a brush stroke that was stronger, stronger, and more extreme than the Master’s brush strokes. It was a brush stroke filled with ink and pressed down.
-If it’s light engineering, I won’t lose either.
Bae Hu-ryeong rushed forward with heavy steps, breaking the ice and pushing through the snow like a bulldozer.
“I am confident that I will run away forever.”
-But the end will come.
“Don’t you know? This world has become an endless snow field. “You may have nowhere to go, but there are infinite places to escape to.”
-I won’t leave you alone.
Bae Hu-ryeong kicked his feet and ran, blaming the snow field.
-If you were really in your prime, you could run away forever. But this is a fight that is happening now. Even if you count the time left in your life, there is less than an hour left. The hourglass is falling. Are you still planning to run away?
“aha. “It’s shameful.”
-The truth is a cruel law.
Bae Hu-ryeong swings his sword.
“Yeah, I admit it.”
Master turns his neck and lightly dodges.
“I don’t have much life left. He cannot continue to run away.”
-Someday, we will have to compete.
“There is no reason why that day should not be now.”
-It makes sense.
“then.”
Master grabs the hilt of the sword.
“I’ll show you my maximum power.”
Demon Heavenly God’s skill.
First type.
Asayu sword, food death attack.
“—Hunger, in essence, is the gesture of parents swapping their own children for their neighbors’ children and eating them.”
The sword screams as it cuts through the winter wind.
“Have you ever heard the story of an adult who scooped up the body of a child next door and buried it in the snow? Have you heard the rumors about that town? Have you heard the story of a village where, when you dig into the snow in that village with a shovel in the winter, young human flesh gets caught on every tip of the shovel?”
-It’s sad.
Chaang,
Bae Hu-ryeong blocks Master’s blade with his sword.
-It looks like there was a bad harvest.
“Yes. “A poor harvest is like a disease that returns at any time.”
-But it’s a coincidence.
Bae Hu-ryeong swings his sword in the winter wind.
-By chance there is a good harvest and by chance there is a bad harvest. There is nothing in everything that is not a coincidence. He is the leader of the cult. If you mourn over an accidental tragedy, by the same token, you should laugh and be happy over an accidental joy.
“…….”
-The depth of a person’s sadness is clearly the same as the height of that person’s happiness.
Chewing,
Two swords intersect.
Red plum blossoms fall.
-So. I will sing of the happy autumn harvest.
Snow falls like fallen leaves.
-There was a day when I saw the horizon while walking down the street. It was a day when the golden sea of the abyss stretched out to the horizon. Among the rice plants as tall as they were, small children were playing hide and seek. The sound of laughter was heard through the cracks in the rice paddies, then hidden, then heard.
autumn.
The Wind Blows.
The mountains and fields turn red with autumn leaves, and the horizon turns yellow with the abyss.
-Did you talk about the child’s human body buried in the snow? I will tell you about the laughter of a child playing hide and seek under the abyss.
In a world where countless red autumn leaves fall.
Bae Hu-ryeong swings his sword.
-Either way, it was a coincidence on a random day. If there’s one thing I should capture with my sword, it’s the laughter of the abyss, and if there’s one thing I should remember as the last thing I remember when I die, it’s the scene of children playing hide and seek. It’s an obvious choice.
“really,”
Master cuts down a maple leaf.
“That sounds truly blessed!”
Demon Heavenly God’s skill.
Article 2 type.
Galsabigeom 渴死痛劍.
“Did you both say it was a coincidence? I guess so. But happiness doesn’t kill people. The pain of hunger and the pain of thirst kill people! If you die, it’s over forever. “It will end.”
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The sun beat down.
“I will sing about the people who died because they could not drink a sip of water!”
summer.
A fever covers the world.
The mountains and streams are dry.
Weeds turn yellow. Fruits are shriveling, beetles are moving slowly, and riversides are littered with hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of dead fish corpses. flutter. There is no water in the round eyes of the fish.
-ah.
Master’s knife becomes sticky.
Even if Bae Hu-ryeong attacks, Master does not back down. Rather, it sticks more. Very close combat. The distance is so close that you can feel each other’s breath. Chaang! window! Swords and swords mix together quickly, making my eyes dizzy.
-If you wash your neck in the summer, it’s so f*cking cool.
Bae Hu-ryeong countered all of his master’s sharp swords.
-You are teaching Confucius wrong.
“… what?”
-sorry. That was a bit harsh. Rather than teaching incorrectly, we are teaching too early.
Bae Hu-ryeong’s sword flowed like water.
-I like singing about the pain of the world. It’s good to turn a blind eye to other people’s pain. But you can’t keep doing things like that forever.
“Why?”
-I just get tired.
Chaang!
The red rose petals are fading.
– Confucius This guy has yet to taste the joys of the world.
Before we know it, the offense and defense have changed.
-You should taste the delicacies of mountains and seas. You have to taste it so you can feel more sad for the people who won’t be able to eat it in their lifetime. I have to wash my neck in the summer. I have to close it to be able to cry for the people who are withering due to lack of water. The human heart is the wick of a candle. As long as it burns, it will burn out one day.
-Do you know? It’s a cult leader. This guy has never loved anyone before. It’s funny! I’ve never even been in a relationship!
Sword strikes pouring down like a waterfall.
-But you’re already acting like you’re carrying all the pain and sadness in the world. Pretending! under. Don’t even dream. Your teachings are too early!
It pours like rain.
-I’m going to teach this guy how to be happy.
It’s pouring rain.
-I will teach you how to smile without a single bit of hypocrisy. It will teach you how to straddle others. You should be happy when you’re with someone, to the point where you can’t help it. Only then can you be sad endlessly!
“you… .”
Rain falls on the dry land. The river is wet with rainwater. The corpses of fish disappear into the river. The morning glory opens its purple tongue and drinks the raindrops.
The sound of frogs croaking.
“Are you planning to act as a master to my disciple?”
Demon Heavenly God’s skill.
Third form.
The sword of drowning and death.
-okay!
“dare!”
Like the rain that never stops.
The sword strikes again and again.
“How can you covet my only disciple?”
midsummer.
The rainy season is overflowing.
In the river, tens of thousands of red roses flow.
-You’re laughing! Originally, I had planned to take over as his teacher!
The reservoir collapses and the village is flooded. The water rises to the foot of the mountain. Master and Bae Hu-ryeong hit the surface of the rising water. Chambang. with a splash! Ripples bloom on the surface of the water where the two people’s steps touch.
-I was the one who taught him how to pick oak branches! I am the one who taught you how to use Aurors! I coaxed a kid with no talent for martial arts and raised him to be useful! Where does the leader of a xie jiao come in?
“What, a cult?!”
-OK! Then, is the Demonic Cult a cult?
The two slide on the water.
being chased
As I walk, waves come and go.
chasing
Rose petals gently step on your toes.
The shadows of the two people are cast over the waves and flower petals.
-Swinging a sword is fun!
On a rainy day, the smell of water.
The scent of flowers is strong.
-Tell Machen Xingong to Confucius! A sword wielded by pain, pain, pain! What is that! It’s too much of a magic skill! I can’t sing enough about the joy of smelling flowers and the joy of being exposed to the summer rain with my bare body!
“Confucius! My disciple! “Ahae was born to become the next leader of this school!”
-If you think that way, you are a cultist! Heresy leader!
Hundreds of millions of roses.
Before you know it, the overflowing river is no longer visible. I can’t see the surface of the water. Rose flowers and petals covered the entire surface of the water.
The world turns red with a flower field.
“■■■■, ■■■. ■■■■.”
-■■■, ■■, ■■■■. ■■■!
spring.
Flowers flow.
Red peony flowers bloom and fly into the sky.
“——I will cut out your cervical acupoints with the sixth herbal attack of the Mokdan Nan Sword, Nanbun Nangyeok.”
Chaang!
Two petals, cut by a blade and falling apart.
-Dodge two steps with snow midday rain.
see.
“… “I will blow it away with the seventh herbivore of the Demon Heavenly God, the Jangsa Strike Sword.”
I can hear it.
– Counter with Chuya Nakwolgyeok (秋夜落月擊), the fourth herbivore of Haehwamangyeok (Sea Flower Mangyeok).
Two people’s swords are visible.
You can see the peony flower that the two people stepped on.
It is a red peony that has been stepped on and its scent bursts.
“…….”
You can only know it when you see it.
Master.
Heavenly Demon, the leader of the Demonic Cult, is losing.
“…I will resist with the eighth herbivore of the Demon Heavenly Demonic Art, Sosa Yeongeom (燒死連劍).”
Under the peony-filled sky, the Master bleeds.
It’s bloody.
The difference in skill between Master and Bae Hu-ryeong is clear. No matter how long you try to run away, it is impossible to escape Bae Hu-ryeong’s pursuit. In return for attempting the impossible, the Master bleeds red blood from his arms, legs, and shoulders.
-hmm.
Bae Hu-ryeong takes a stance.
– It is struck with the Wolyarae Sword, the first herb of the Nakil Nakhwa Sword.
Master’s breathing becomes slightly shallower.
My strength is running out.
It would be excessive to use real energy to target Donggwijin.
“The main seat is……”
Master’s lips open.
“Originally, I was not able to complete the final sword path of the Demon Heavenly Demonic Art. There is one reason. Death, which has been ingrained in my heart since childhood, is death. Abandoned by its mother and left alone in the snowy field, it freezes to death. “That was the ending that I thought was death.”
Master raises his sword high.
“But.”
The tip of the sword points to the middle of the sky like the hour hand at noon.
“Paradoxically, after the world was destroyed, I was able to complete the Ninth Sword of the Demon Heavenly God.”
“…….”
“Heaven and earth, infants are alone.”
Heaven above, heaven below, 推我獨尊.
“Even if I look up at the sky or walk under the sky, I am the only one who exists. Baraya. Baraya. It’s Agabhara. Because the world is winter, one candle burns out. My singing alone is the song of the world, and my death is the death of heaven and earth. White, white, white again.”
The sword,
split the sky
“My Macheon leaves his neck in the snow to make a will.”
Demon Heavenly God’s skill.
Rule nine format.
Solitary ancient sword.
“——.”
Winter,
Cut the spring.
The red sky of petals splits. cracks. White winter rages there. It comes down in a whirlwind. Petals become snow, hundreds of millions of peonies become hundreds of millions of snowflakes, freezing the world.
A lone sword.
A blow that sings of the lonely death of the Heavenly Demon.
-indeed.
Bae Hu-ryeong quietly looks up at the torrent of winter rushing towards him.
-Lonely death. Is that the method of death chosen by the leader of the Demonic Cult? okay. I admit it. It’s a blow that suits him perfectly as the last warrior of a destroyed world.
Bae Hu-ryeong has a lonely smile on his lips.
-But I know better than you about solitude.
Bae Hu-ryeong holds the hilt of the sword.
-How long did you last in this world alone? 3 years? 2 years? No. I have never lasted even a single day. Because there was always a person called the Murim Lord by your side. When the Murim Lord died, you lost your mind and went crazy.
The tip of the knife moves.
-I’m sorry.
and.
-I survived 130 years alone.
Martial arts.
Formless.
One swordー劍.
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peony flower,
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Winter, spring, summer, fall,
Fall, winter, spring, summer,
summer, fall, winter, spring,
Spring, summer, fall and winter,
Plum blossoms, peonies, roses and silkworms,
Sanguine, plum blossom, peony, and rose,
Petals, petals, petals, petals,
Red, red, red, red,
Winter,
Turning red,
Winter again,
Winter,
Breathe,
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Hurry up, stand up,
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“——.”
I regained my breath.
“—-Ugh!!”
It wasn’t visible.
I couldn’t hear it.
I just couldn’t understand the blow.
“Ha, laugh, ugh… ! Ha, ah… .”
but.
There is something a little more important right now than understanding the sword.
“Master, sir.”
“…….”
“Master, are you okay… ? “Are you okay?”
Master was looking up at the winter sky in silence. His eyes were unfocused. Excited. My heart was racing. I groped Master’s hand. I groped several times to find out Master’s pulse.
Running.
live.
It’s still alive.
“Master.”
“…….”
Master slowly opened his lips.
“I see.”
That’s right, Master said.
“I see.”
“That’s right,” Master said, looking into my eyes.
“Disciple.”
Silent colored eyes.
“My disciple. “From the beginning, you only wanted to help me.”
“They said they came here because they admired my reputation abroad… . It’s a lie. It’s a blatant lie. Why didn’t I know sooner? My disciple will not be a child who comes across the world lured by fame… … ”
voice.
Master’s voice became increasingly quiet.
“Thank you.”
“…….”
“Disciple. “Were you happy meeting me?”
I nodded.
“yes.”
“Can this place be remembered by you as a single leaf of a flower?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I want to know what kind of flower it is.”
“With peonies… … ”
I hugged Master’s body.
“I will remember you as a red peony. “Master.”
“aha.”
Master smiled.
“It’s pretty.”
Master stroked my cheek.
“It’s pretty… … ”
and.
Master gestured toward the sky with his free hand.
It was a sharp, light gesture, like a newly born baby bird flapping its wings.
“My disciple… … ”
Without any sound.
Without any sound, the snowy mountain was cut down.
The snowy mountain, split into two pieces, was still there, as if it had always been that way.
Master took a white breath.
You’re probably trying to have a white dream.
“Master… … ”
I buried my face in Master’s shoulder. At the sound of breathing that has stopped. On time. To the person who was born with the scent of snow.
“Winter was cut off. Master… … , winter was cut off.”
that day.
The winter of a world was cut short.
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